“Well…I’m having periods.” Oops! Is that how you wish to start a conversation?
Confronting the last Unmentionable taboo and you snigger “eew! Disgusting” I’ve never followed such a situation in my wilderness and thus, clueless. My mother had it. My sister did. I had never — I’m a MALE. We don’t recycle.
After initial hiccups it time for me to act with sane. I believe (men) are curious knowing about women’s period but don’t understand “menstruation’. When they do talk; they talk stupid: “I don’t trust anything that bleeds for seven days and doesn’t die” or “Thank god! My girlfriend got her period this time on-time. I was pretty worried then.” I don’t know neither was I looking for a perfect explanation. Soaked sanitary belts tucked behind the bathtub are all over mind. I’d catch a couple of them in the washroom but never been ‘curious’ - "it’s not a splatter of blood". I responded by leaving my mind a self note: "Well dude, everyone knows that. Precautions?”
Yea! We need precautions. Precautions for many reasons and more coz’ I will entourage to Holy places with [Un] Holy-ness. Doublespeak. What? Me? Are women sub humans then? Dunno! But I’ve noticed women are abstained from rituals making it obvious beyond doubt, to everyone present that she is menstruating making it obvious beyond doubt; and “Foul” “fetid” “squalid” – yes that’s how the sanctity of a woman addressed. Either ways, whether it is kept under wraps or put on the spot, imagine how it must stab at a woman’s self-esteem - all through her growing years? When everything around her dishes out messages saying she has a filthy body, can she really feel good about herself?
I been sexual liberator although yet never confronted to question of sensualization (apart of question on my own orientation) – a sense of guilt and gnaws traveled with me. I won’t deny I was skeptical yet when reached Shirdi. Confusion evades. No indication or predicament maketh me fill remorseful or guilty of having escorted someone who’s menstruation.
I say, “Divine Intervention” rules. Thank holiness. Realization won’t have come to full sensibility unless I been on the womb of an [un] holy woman. She had did, my sister does. I had it now. I recycles thought she — the LIFE.
The real thing that I, as an independent observer noticed was the lucidness of the thoughts and the lack of certain coherence in it. May be the subject defeats coherence but some how it left an impression that some thing more was to be said but was not said. A subject like this with the stress on the word 'recycle' is really good. Wish u had made it more of a blog with a few more dashes of personal emotions and lesser as a study.
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